I never see the hard nights coming.

My nose never knows when

It’ll stop running

Up the skirt of the Bitch called life,

She’s cunning… And smells like a

Peanut Butter covered

Chocolate Bunny.

But for being insane, she sees me

Rightly punished, with nightly ravings.

To be me, you would laugh.

To be me, you would laugh

For your life.